(april 2020)

..day 22..

sometimes like this morning

i findy rusty stuff down the

end



i pick it up, line it up in the

shed or elsewhere



i like to think of the work

of the ingenuity of the

maker



those that are gone

and maybe i have a

photograph



him by the woodshed

her in the drive



given things



i looked for the geese

maybe they were earlier

today



maybe they will find a cure

or something to stop  it



it is not a living thing

just an entity

they say

i say james



i found what to do

with all the stuff

i made it a box



only lorries on the road now